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Chapter 272
Chapter 272
Chapter 272: Getting Back On My Feet
Jackson paused briefly.
But within seconds, he recovered.
Close the tub, cover it, and set it aside.
He took a paper towel, wiped the small table clean, went to wash his hands, and came out, and he sat on the sofa.
“Alva, sit down.”
Alva waited for him to speak.
Now that he’s finally said it, she’s not at ease.
Alva sat down on the couch and looked at Jackson.
Jackson looked at her.
“You just said divorce. I want to know what you think.”
He looked at her very seriously, as if he were discussing something with her, very seriously, very focused.
Alva nodded, flatly, “We don’t fit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It doesn’t fit anywhere.”
The atmosphere is quiet.
Jackson stopped asking.
But his eyes kept looking at her, as if he wanted to look into her heart through her eyes.
He crossed his hands and put them to his lips. Jackson lowered his eyes and thought. Then he looked up at her. “Alva, let me tell you what I think.”
Alva paused and said, “OK.”
“We are now nominally husband and wife, for better or worse, that is the fact.”
“And now if you divorce me, what happens after divorce? Don’t you have to live?”
“You need to live, you need to work, you meet men in your life and in your work, you get in touch with them, they get attracted to you, they pursue you, and then Uriah finds out and you hide, so you’ve been hiding your whole life?”
Alva clenched her hand.
Jackson looked her in the eye and continued, “We’re not getting divorced. We’re just going to live our lives like normal people, and Uriah’s going to get in the way, but so what?”
“Could he have killed me or your parents?”
“Impossible, he won’t do it, and if he won’t do it, why should you be afraid?”
Alva shook her head. “You can have a better life. You can be happy without getting hurt.”
Jackson laughed. “Happy? What is happiness?”
“Lying in the same bed with someone you don’t love, no words, this is
happiness?” Eating at a table with someone you don’t love, without any warmth, is happiness?”
“If you think it’s pleasure, I don’t think it’s pleasure. I think it’s pain.”
Alva was silent.
Jackson took her hand, put it in his palm, wrapped it, and looked deeply at her. “Alva, the happiness you feel is not the happiness I want, the happiness you feel is not the happiness I want, do you understand?”
Alva looked up, her eyes silky and confused. “But what happened that night made me feel dirty, and I can’t forgive myself for what happened in my marriage.”
She really can’t forgive.
So, she married him, she… I can’t give myself to him.
What does he do with a marriage like this?
Jackson squeezed her hand like a shell to hide a pearl, and his palm grew hot.
“If you say so, blame me. I went behind your back.”
Let her condemn herself like that.
Alva shook her head, “I don’t blame you, I promised you to get the license, I broke my word.”
Jackson laughed. “You think you left without me knowing?”
Alva was stunned.
Jackson bent his lips, “I know, I knew before you left, but I didn’t stop you, because I wanted you to complete your dream, and then have no
regrets, of course, I also mean once, secretly took the hukou to get the license, I will tie you up for the rest of your life.”
“So. Alva, don’t feel sorry for me, don’t push me away for any reason. I’ll give you a lifetime to figure it out. I don’t think Uriah can stay with us forever.”
Jackson’s words touched Alva’s heart.
Her cold heart warmed a little, and then beat vigorously.
She looked at him carefully. “I can’t give myself to you. Is that okay?”
“Love a person, how can, do not love a person, how can not.”
“Alva, I love you. All my life you’ve given me nothing, and I’m happy and happy with you by my side.”
As the night wore on, Jackson fell asleep. Alva sat by the bed, watching him with a twinkle in her eye.
Jackson’s right. Running away never solves anything
The more she runs, the more Uriah will put himself in a corner.
Just like this time.
She was in pain, she was desperate, she was numb.
But if she resists him, then even if it hurts, it won’t be trouble, it won’t be despair.
Alva went to the nurses’ station and asked for a pen and paper and began drawing on the small table.
Starting this night, she’ll be back on her feet, facing whatever storm lies ahead.
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Ambrose emerged from the meeting room and raised his wrist to check the time.
Ten fifty
It had been almost twenty-four hours since Unah had sued the men, thirty-two hours since Alva had called him
She hasn’t sent him the drawings, she hasn’t called him
Did she make up her mind to quit?
Ambrose, frowning slightly, walked into the studio.
As soon as I walked into the studio, my phone rang.
As soon as he stopped, he picked up his phone.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.